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No changehttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2013/03/10/no-change/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2013/03/10/no-change/#respondSun, 10 Mar 2013 12:29:29 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=118Continue reading →]]>I haven’t written anything in quite a while, quite a long time actually, and it kind of feels like I’ve gotten somekind of almost-permentant “writers block” (not that I am much of a writer in actuality). Maybe I can blame uni and whatnot, but eh.

Anyway, this small, small piece of text was kind of hard to write. The feeling I tried to catch is something that feels.. hm, detached. So it’s quite bad and quite weird. But atleast I managed to write something. And it’s more of a poem than a story, or rather, it is.

No change

In a room seluded from time.
In a room where nothing changes.
The seasons outside changes, but the room stays the same.
The flower withers but the room stays the same.
People come and people goes, but I stay the same.
Sheets get changed, the room gets cleaned and nice,
but nothing changes.
It’s always the same.
Ignorning time, ignoring life.
In this room where the outside is simply observered.
Where the trees sway in the wind, where the sun goes
up and down.
It won’t change.
And neither will This.

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2013/03/10/no-change/feed/0najicaThrough twisted eyeshttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/through-twisted-eyes/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/through-twisted-eyes/#respondWed, 01 Aug 2012 21:59:30 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=113Continue reading →]]>Nope, I’m not gone yet! I’ve just had a very lack of motivation and inspiration to write anything, but now, finally, I threw something together. At first I wanted to name it “The sinners” but it felt like I wouldn’t be able to avoid religion or things that could be connected to it, so I went for something else. Thereof, not what I was thinking of writing but it’s something. Something bad, haha.

~Trivia~
Words: 349
Date: 01/08 – 12

Through twisted eyes

He drew a painting that covered his entire wall. A painting so full of colors and life. In it was his life, his dreams and his hopes. All that made the man him were in the painting. The colors vibrated through the air, almost as if they changed shape every time the man looked at it. He had shown the rest of the village his art. The fear that filled their eyes, the colors which almost took their sanity away. The man didn’t understand, “could they not see the beauty?” he wondered.

The village shunned him, accused him for using black magic, for contracting the devil and the likes. What they saw wasn’t the same as him, that much he had figured out. But what was the problem? It was his greatest piece, how could someone not understand the value in his art?

The days passed one by one, their shunning continued, leaving the man to become a frail person. His mansion started growing with weed, the wild flowers and grass took root in his house. But the wall with the painting would not get dirty. Nothing could stop it from showing the truth. The man pondered on and on what it could be that the villagers saw. He simply could not understand.

It wasn’t until he was near death that he understood what he had created. The painting was indeed special, almost magical. But it was dark, so very very dark. He had not understood that what he had drawn on his wall was indeed his life, his dreams and his hopes. All in a twisted dark form. All of them would be what the man would have wanted to hide the most. It was not the villagers who were wrong, it was him. He who had looked at his art with warped and twisted eyes. He who did not see the truth, until the very end. The truth that he wanted to bury, throughout his life. The truth that he now would never be able to hide. The sins he’d pass away with, never forgotten, never forgiven.

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2012/08/01/through-twisted-eyes/feed/0najicaDark foresthttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/12/24/dark-forest/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/12/24/dark-forest/#respondSat, 24 Dec 2011 01:00:46 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=109Continue reading →]]>Well, for those that wonder about how it went on NaNoWriMo… well, it appears that I have a magical word limit that I get stuck on for different reasons; this limit being ~10k words. But oh wells! There is always a next year!

As for the story, it’s fresh of “the press” and one of the longer ones recently! I was actually in bed before this hit me and I thought “Okay, I’m going up, start-up my laptop and write this stuff down”. And so I did! So yeah, enjoy I guess ^^;

When she woke up she found herself in a dark forest. She didn’t know how she’d get there nor did she have any memories of the last three months. But she wasn’t scared. Because she still knew who she was and what in her past that had made her just her. The forest was so dark that it almost looked black. Soon she began to wonder if that wasn’t in fact the case. It took the girl a few hours before she got up and started walking on unstable legs.

She walked in the forest, which lacked a set path. But she didn’t mind, because she didn’t know where she was going either way. There was little to no point in a path which was useless either way. Forcing herself between the sharp branches, the cold nights, she wandered on. She didn’t mind either of it. She found herself thinking that she had no right to complain. Others would surely have begun complaining at the sole fact of waking up in an unknown forest. But the girl didn’t. In fact, she quite liked the dark forest she had found herself in. It kept her hidden, safe from others – but also herself.

Sometimes the branches would scratch her; hurt her and annoy her. Once again, the girl didn’t really mind either of it. She still didn’t complain. A few scratches here and there were nothing she thought. This was still the path she had taken. But was it by free will? She didn’t think about it. Surely, if this was where she ended up, so be it, she thought. It was fine this way. The wounds would heal after all, sooner or later. Maybe there were scars left, but that was what had shaped her, she thought. So she didn’t really mind the scars either.

It didn’t take long until the girl had lost her feeling of time, or how long it had been since she woke up in there. Maybe, she thought, she had been there all along? Maybe, the gap of her memories wasn’t three months. There was a possibility that she had thrown herself into to the forest as an act of self-defense. But there wasn’t a way for the girl to find out, at least not during that time. Because she was, after all, all alone in that dark forest.

Then, one day, she found a path. A real path, in that dark forest. She knew that it lead somewhere, but she didn’t want to walk on it. She was scared. There was endless of possibilities of what or where the path lead to. Maybe it even lead to a brighter future? She didn’t really like the thought of that. The forest had protected her; it didn’t give her time to think about different things that the normal ones thought about. No, it only gave her the time to accept things as they were. And she liked that. She believed that if she let such things as feelings get in the way then she would lose herself, surely.

Even though she thought she knew what she wanted, she couldn’t help but to think of that path that she had found. She always made sure that she could find it again, just in case. The girl started to get a hard time believing in what she had always thought was right. She wasn’t lost no, because she knew where she was. It was simply that she had started to doubt herself. Was her chosen path really the right way to deal with things? Wasn’t she about to reach her limit? The girl was, after all, just a simple human.

So she tried; tried her hardest to rethink things. Sure, the dark forest was a safe zone for her. For in there she was alone, for in there she was allowed to be herself without needing to think about others. But maybe, just maybe, the company of others was in fact needed for a simple human like her? She’d find someone who she could fall for; someone she could share her worries and troubles for. Someone she could laugh with. So the girl decided. She would try walking on that path that would lead to the outside.

The path was long, and even though it was leading her to the “light” it wasn’t an easy path. She struggled, she cried, she laughed out of frustration. Many times did she want to give up, but she didn’t. For the wounds the path caused her, unlike the ones in the dark forest whose path she had chosen herself, they hurt much more. It took her long, but she was finally out. The light hurt her eyes until she had adjusted them. Surely, she thought, that her story had just begun…

But in fact it didn’t take the girl long time until she realized how hard it was. Her past weighted her down, but she didn’t complain. She didn’t want to complain. The girl knew that there was countless of people who were in a much more harder, troublesome, worrying, anguishing situation than her; therefore she had no reason to complain. Some of them were ordinary worries, but she would not say them out loud. She locked it all inside her. Almost everything; all the pain, all the sorrows, and only let the happiness that others want to see go through the mask. “Let the people see what they want to see. Let them not worry about someone like me”. The rest went into the dark forest. The dark forest inside the girl herself.

If you wonder why the answer is NaNoWriMo – National novel writing month, which I’m trying to do~
If you suddenly felt interested in the link to the site is here -> http://www.nanowrimo.org/
If you are joining, feel free to add me as a writing buddy, my nickname is “Najica”

Last year, I tried to but only reached10k words and then stopped writing. I was thinking of during the month uploading parts of that (even though it was incomplete) but it seems like I did in fact not dump it up on my gdocs, so that idea kind of died

Either way! I wish you all who are writing NaNoWriMo good luck and try not to lose your hope!

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/11/03/update-time/feed/0najicaColorshttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/colors/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/colors/#respondMon, 03 Oct 2011 17:48:20 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=98Continue reading →]]>When I wrote this all I had in mind was the title – colors, and that I wanted to somehow use the word “transparent”. So I didn’t really have a clue about what or how it was meant to go. Causing it to turn out, well… Okay I guess, but not exactly good. Ah well.

Trivia:
Written: 2nd October, 01:30 – 01:44
words: 468

Enjoy~

Colors

It all starts at a level of transparent. As time passes it slowly turns into a mix of colors. Seasons pass along with it and surely forms begin to take shape. We too, take on a color. Sometimes we can switch at will. Sometimes we slowly get dyed by someone or something else. Seeking different things and ideals we form.

She was unsure of her own color. She tried to fit in by changing her color. But in the end it always felt as if she was transparent, just pretending to be another color by hovering above it. But she didn’t want to be transparent. She didn’t think that she wanted it either way. Pursuing her color she was traveling far from home. But whatever she pretended to be, the seasons would always change her slightly. In the summers she got a faint green of her. In the fall she got a bit darker with hints of red and yellow. In the winter it would be white. And in spring it would be pink. She didn’t really understand why but then again, she never spent much time thinking about it. Simply focusing on her color search she continued.

Before she knew it she had grown tired of it. Surely she loved traveling, but she understood that finding a color that was something fitting for her was simply impossible. She had even forgotten why she had started. Was it to form something that was unlike the others? Something unique? Maybe she wanted to be seen as special. By now, it could have been anything. But she kept traveling.

After spending many years traveling, wandering through the different lands and learning of their culture and their way of thinking about things. She decided that it was time to return home. She had gone too far away for too long and was simply wishing to see her old folks. On her way back to her homeland she met a man. He was also going to that place, so they decided that they would go together. She and the man got along very well, in fact, better than she had with most people.

Their time traveling was the most precious time for her. Their bonds had grown strong along with the seasons and the passing of time. Once they returned to her hometown the man faces her and asks for her hand in marriage. She becomes happy, but at the same time she remembered why she started traveling. To find her color. Somewhere along the road she had abandoned the quest. He had made her forget it completely but now she remembers it again. She faces him and asks:
“Before I give you my answer, can I ask you a question?”
Surprised he agrees.
“Reflected in your eyes… what color am I?”

The end.

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/10/03/colors/feed/0najica2 random poemshttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/2-random-poems/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/2-random-poems/#respondSun, 11 Sep 2011 20:45:22 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=95Continue reading →]]>As I mentioned in the post before this one (“troubles under the sky”) I also wrote two poems that night. While I’m actually unsure of if they are poems or not I decided to call them poems (cause they aren’t stories in that way for sure).

Neither of them have titles, because well, these were even more random than “troubles”. Still I’ll upload them.

Any kind of comments are of course welcome.

You can click the image for bigger size, and the “huge” gap between them two indicated that they are different poems – not one long poem.

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/11/2-random-poems/feed/0najicatypewriter_random-poemsTroubles under the skyhttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/troubles-under-the-sky/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/troubles-under-the-sky/#respondWed, 07 Sep 2011 19:39:54 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=90Continue reading →]]>Soa few weeks ago me and a friend somehow started to talk about old/not exactly so old typewriters. During our talk I remember that “Hey, I think we got a typewriter somewhere” and made my dad go dig it up for me. After some troubles I got it to work without a problem! So, while wanting to write something on it but not really knowing what it became somewhat random…. But I hope it won’t be any problems~ ^^

I think I wrote it sometime around 25/8, sometime during the night (or late evening).

I also kind of ended up writing two “poems” (“‘s cause I’m unsure if I can call them that or not…) that probably will be uploaded later.

It should also be noticed that yes, some spelling errors/tried to fix errors will be in the text cause, well, typewriter.

“picture” under the jump!

Yeah… It’s kind of random, but I did warn you. And yes, uneven too.You can click it if you want bigger size (I think).

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/09/07/troubles-under-the-sky/feed/0najicastory: troubles under the skyGolden box – forgotten boxhttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/20/golden-box-forgotten-box/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/20/golden-box-forgotten-box/#commentsSat, 20 Aug 2011 00:06:52 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=86Continue reading →]]>I had the urge to write something, but I wasn’t sure of what. But I still had the feeling that “well, I have to write something.” so this is what became of it.

This one, just like the other stories I’ve written, has just gone with the flow. I don’t usually have any kind of end or such in idea when I start writing, so maybe it’s not all that odd (which is why loose ends and sudden jumps shouldn’t surprise you). And as usual, form your own interpretation about the story – points of it etc. It is you – the reader – that decides those ^^

Oh, might be added that the whole “sins” part is probably an inspiration from the book I’m currently reading – Dante’s divine comedy; the inferno. So no surprises there I think.

Somewhere, someplace there is a small little golden box. A golden box with various silver decorations. But on the front of the box there is a sentence in bronze. The sentence say: “A box filled with the memories and dreams of eternity…” But this box is nothing more than a myth in the human world. A myth that says that the person to get his or her hands on it will gain the knowledge of time, the wisdom of a sage, the feelings of a fair maiden. Many has went out on a journey to find it, where none of them has ever returned. “Maybe they had found the box?” their closest friends thought, “but if they did, then why did they not tell us?”. But the people did not know that such knowledge, such wisdom and kindness would surely be the end of the world.

The box was indeed hidden among the humans. But the humans were blind to it. For surely, if they could only throw away their greed, the hatred and doubt they would have had the chance to find it. But the humans couldn’t do it. For whenever they became close it, they would get sidetracked, back onto the path of sinners. The people who did nothing, those who were too greedy, those who looked down upon others, those who ended their own lives. The list and the sins were many. Maybe man was lost to begin with?

The box that once were gold is now growing rusty. The creator of the box had hoped that the people could look past it’s golden shell, and realize that the outside was not the important part. Surely, the creator himself had lost the hope of having the box found. He who created it hoped for something, but lost it along the way. A sage of divine type he was. He did not want to meddle in the affairs of man, and so he did not. But many times he wanted to jump in, call them fools and try to make them understand, but he held back. It was for their own good and for his own good. If they didn’t realize it themselves it would be futile. A small sigh escapes the now overly aged sage. He wanted to throw the box away, but he lacked the courage to do so.

The sage wandered the lands, hoping for someone to understand; to realize, that the answer to everything was something much more simple than it seemed. It was right in-front of their eyes, yet they never saw or even thought about it. The sins would simply continue to pile up. But he did nothing about, for it was nothing he could do about it. He had accepted it, and soon enough he would surely forget about it too. He simply continued to walk the empty lands.

The sage had lost his faith in humans; he began to doubt them, to look down on them. And so, the sage himself – the creator of the golden box – had forgotten about it. It will sleep, deep down, until the day someone remembers it.

The end.

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/20/golden-box-forgotten-box/feed/2najicaOld things part 2https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/old-things-part-2/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/old-things-part-2/#respondSun, 07 Aug 2011 21:01:28 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=83Continue reading →]]>A small story I actually wrote for another writing-blog (whose name I’ve forgotten right now >.<) in swedish, using one of many writing exercises. It was something like: “roll a dice 4 times, first two decides the age, third place and forth a secret”(probably more though, like special object, what sex the character should be and such). Judging from my story, I believe I got 62, one of ’em high apartment building and a letter. It’s in swedish though and maybe a bit unedited. Ah wells, here it goes!

No direct trivia, google docs tells me I wrote it January 30th, I wouldn’t really know though ^^;

Well, enjoy the reading, even though it’s in swedish… (google translation is probably not recommended)

]]>https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/08/07/old-things-part-2/feed/0najicaA white room and rainhttps://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/a-white-room-and-rain/
https://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/2011/07/14/a-white-room-and-rain/#commentsThu, 14 Jul 2011 21:59:15 +0000http://hakuzuki.wordpress.com/?p=79Continue reading →]]>This was one I got the core idea which is just a small fraction from the whole part while laying around doing nothing, the rest of the story is well…
The type where you write as you go I guess. For once, it’s a bit on the longer part. And I guess I really need to stop with the “The girl” thing huh?

The usual trivia:
Written: 14/7 -11
Time: 23:13 – 23:45
Words: ~987

And a small note: This story could be 2 types of story, one – the kind where you have to figure out the ending yourself
(aka open ending) and second – closed ending. If you wish to come up with your own ending, stop reading at the ~~’s, or if you want
come up with your own & read the ending I created, it’s up to you ^^

Enjoy it as you please!

A white room and rain

The girl was laying in the white sofa, in the white room, staring at the fan on the ceiling. Her arm dangling down from the side, slightly touching the floor. Her other hand was acting as a shade for the eyes, so that the lights from the fan wouldn’t dazzle her. Aside from the sofa and the fan, there was nothing more in the plain white room, except a window and a door. A door she never went out of. And the window facing the never changing scenery of gray-blue with rain.

The girl was simply staring at the fan and listening to the rain. Day out and day in this was what she was doing. She was empty. No motivation, no reason, no nothing. Simply staying in there was enough for her. She didn’t even bother asking herself why she didn’t move, because she knew she didn’t have any answers. But sometimes she would look out of the window, hilt her head, and then lay back down again. She knew what was outside the window, and yet, from time to time she checked. Maybe she hoped that it would change? She was unsure. She wasn’t even sure if she was unsure. She knew questions would only be problematic for her, so she had shut them down. They still came though, and it annoyed her. “Why can’t I control myself completely?” She would ask, only to remember. She rolls over and decides to sleep.

She slowly opened her eyes to be greeted by the fan and the white room. She felt as if she had forgot something; something important. But she couldn’t place her finger on what it was. The room didn’t lack anything, it had the same thing as always, and the sound of rain could still be heard. So what was it that was missing? The girl blinks, closes her eyes, and tries to think. Only to see void. She was empty, and she knew it. “But that can’t be what is missing… I’ve always been empty” the girl thought to herself. So she throws it away, the missing feeling, somewhere far far away. But she felt uneasy, something wasn’t right.

The girl couldn’t stop feeling uneasy, and started feeling restless. She didn’t like this at all, cause she found it ‘abnormal’. This wasn’t her, something was wrong. But what was it? She buries her face in her hands while sitting down in the white sofa. She listens to the rain calmly hitting the window as it has always done. The girl found it reassuring. “Surely, nothing had changed here” she thought and nodded to herself. The gray-blue light contracting the white room. A small sigh escapes from the girl’s lips. She looks up at the fan, who would never take a break from spinning.

A sudden feeling comes over the girl, this too, leaves her confused. She wants to go out. Go out and feel the rain, or simply stretch her hand out in it. This had never happened before, and she didn’t understand why she suddenly wants to do it. She had never felt rain before, so why would she want to do it now? She hesitates, but slowly goes toward the window. Slowly and calming, she stretches out her hand towards it. But she feels scared and her hand trembles. It’s just as if she’ll lose something if she tries to open the window. She runs back to the sofa, and hides her face in her knees. Just as it feels like she’ll lose something, it also feels like she’ll gain something…

The rain continues to fall, and more and more makes no sense to the girl. A mess she had become. She didn’t understand anything. “Why am I scared? Why am I so confused? Why..?” the questions simply came to her, without and end, wouldn’t let her rest or try to find an answer. They came without a stop. Surely, soon, she would break. Soon she would no longer be able to handle it. She starts crying and bites her lip. “This is not how I wanted it to go…” she slowly says. “But.. then just how did I want it to go…?” The tears fall down without caring what the girl thought about it. Nor could the girl be bothered to think about it, she had too much else on her mind. She looks up, with a red face, to the window. She felt like she had to get out. Out of the white room with nothing more than a door, a fan, a sofa and that window. The window – the only thing that wasn’t filled with white. The gray-blue color, it had to meant something. It was so out of place. The girl tries to dry her tears, only to fall more, and goes towards the window. The fragile but still strong looking window. She takes a deep breath, once more tries to dry her tears and throws herself with all her might out of the window….

~~~~~~

Her body aches all over, with small glas cuting into her skin, and blood slowly coming out of her wounds. But her tears had stopped, even if she were in such pain, she didn’t cry. Slowly, taking her time, the girl stands up. To her surprise, a completely different scenery than the one from the window was seen. The rain was falling – yes, but instead of those gray-blue colors, a mix of colors was present. Tears started falling from the girls cheek again, but not from pain or from despair, but from hope. She maybe have lost her safety inside that white room with the fan, but instead she had gained something much greater. A choice of life. A choice of life that was only the girls, and no one else had the right to decide over her. A small smile forces itself upon her; “This… is my beginning.”